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Love is when a rose grows...
Love is when a rose grows
Either to caress your nose.
Or to thorn your eye
And make you cry.
Love is a rose true
Based on your view.
Either to caress your nose.
Or to thorn your eye
And make you cry.
Love is a rose true
Based on your view.
Published 8th Oct 2010
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8th Oct 2010 1:18pm
i laughed out loud at that line, but i know what you mean. the best description of the feeling i get off this little piece is "endearing"; the realist view in a nutshell. i do, i like it, Sam-I-Am. [:
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6th Jan 2012 10:52am
Viddax..loved it...its short yet so sensible...great work my friend...keep it up...
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5th Mar 2015 12:27pm
so what are you, is the text saying:
there is no "objective", real pain in love,
it is all about, how you look at it,
anyway, either way,
it is all but a poetic illusion?
there is no "objective", real pain in love,
it is all about, how you look at it,
anyway, either way,
it is all but a poetic illusion?
6th Mar 2015 00:06am
The words are saying that love is subjective, that sometimes some pain is worth the love that you also get.
It is less illusion and more a case of something being more than one thing; of love being a many morpheus thing.
A rose indeed, but the colour and details are subjective and left empty until experiences fill in the gaps.
It is less illusion and more a case of something being more than one thing; of love being a many morpheus thing.
A rose indeed, but the colour and details are subjective and left empty until experiences fill in the gaps.
